The Camp Fire Girls Do Their Bit - Or, over the Top with the Winnebagos by Hildegard G. (Hildegard Gertrude) Frey
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enthusiastically, "if you can put it over and beat Hillsdale I'll give
you each----" Here he paused and cast about in his mind for a suitable reward for such a distinguished service--"I'll give you each--no, I'll take you all on a trip to Washington, and personally conduct you into all the places where you never could get in by yourselves!" "Oh!" shrieked Agony and Oh-Pshaw simultaneously, and "Oh!" echoed the Winnebagos in rapture. "Sing a cheer to Mr. Wing!" cried Sahwah, and the others complied with a vigor that made the dishes ring: "You're the B-E-S-T, best, Of all the R-E-S-T, rest, Oh, I love you, I love you all the T-I-M-E, time! If you'll be M-I-N-E, mine, I'll be T-H-I-N-E, thine, Oh, I love you, I love you all the T-I-M-E, time!" Mr. Wing bowed in acknowledgment of the cheer and his smile showed how much it had pleased him. "Great time you'll have drilling, with those heels of yours," he said teasingly. "I wish I could be there to see." "Father!" exclaimed Agony reproachfully, "do you think for a minute we'd do military drill with these shoes on?" "But, Father," said Oh-Pshaw eagerly, "don't you really wish you _could_ be there to see? I wish you could stay home awhile and play with us as |
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